"These barbarians are not ......"

There were more than 260 horsemen in the Houjin sentry cavalry, and more than ten horsemen who appeared in the first place also turned back and gathered together with the team. ∽ ↗ top ∽ ↗ point ∽ ↗ small ∽ ↗ said,

The leader is the guerrilla Yasong, and the banner position is Jia Lae Zhen, and the official position is not high, which is considered an excessive position between the high-level and middle-level of the Houjin, and then it can barely be regarded as a high-level.

Yasong is a man with roots, and he also has a place in Nurhachi's heart, he is of noble birth, and he is very reluctant to fight for his life with these barbarians in front of him, but with the invincible spirit and military discipline of Houjin now, it is really difficult to get rid of the charge of fear and cowardice when he encounters the enemy without a fight.

"It doesn't matter if there are more than a thousand Ming infantry, they are sent to death, but the number of cavalry is about the same as mine, and if you really fight, you may not be able to win."

Yasong was at war with heaven and man in his heart, and the expression on his face was also undecided.

He is the former army sentry horse, Nurhachi personally assigned the task is to ask him to sentry the march of the northern army, the battle in the city of Shenyang has not stopped, the battle on the bank of the Hunhe River is fierce, the right wing and the left wing of the flag are in the Hunhe battlefield, the left wing is on guard in the direction of Liaoyang, defending the northern army, only less than three banners of troops, Nuerhachi is of course concerned in his heart, just Yasong here, from Nurhachi's imperial camp, it is less than ten miles away.

Just as Yasong hesitated, the Ming army had already sounded the horn, and a thousand infantry scattered in a horizontal formation and began to move forward to meet the enemy.

The training level of these Ming troops is very poor, although the fire gun is still excellent, the training is really sparse, just divided into two horizontal teams, the banner is spread again and again, there are still many people who can't find the north, on the side of Yasong, I saw countless Ming troops wearing mandarin duck battle jackets in a daze in the same place, the long fire gun in the hand held high. Like a straw from a mess.

"Ming soldiers and horses. Sure enough, it's still so virtuous. No surprises. ”

A thousand Ming infantry is really a miscellaneous fish, and it is expected that the more than 200 cavalry may not be strong, such a small number of troops, the number of cavalry is a little more, not like a certain deputy general or general of the general level, but like a beam and Tang Majia ordinary cavalry gathered together to use, shrunk on both sides of the infantry team, the queue is scattered. If so, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Yasong finally made up his mind: "Blow the trumpet, attack." ”

The Ming army is still in line, the two armies are separated by two miles, Yasong expects that he will rush to the Ming army and almost set up a line, but it doesn't matter, he has seen the firearms of the Ming army, fire early, and there is no killing, as long as he lures a round. The Ming army's guns were released in vain, and the next step was to break the formation and behead it.

Han Xu deliberately scattered the cavalry. The battle was not favorable, and the Houjin soldiers did not retreat, more than 200 horsemen spread out on the field, and the horses accelerated and rushed over this side.

The infantry team saw the Houjin soldiers charging, and it was really even more chaotic, Han Xu and He Qingyun and others rode separately in the formation, He Qingyun roared like thunder, and shouted: "We have defeated the cavalry in a row, and we have won more with less, today there are many cavalry here, and the infantry team is also more than us, you are afraid of fighting birds, it is so chaotic, it is broken by someone, you have to run with two legs over other people's war horses!" ”

Han Xu also kept saying words of encouragement in his mouth, and the guerrillas who led the infantry team and a group of garrisons were the same, everyone tried their best to encourage the battalion soldiers, and finally boosted their morale a lot.

"Alas," the Houjin soldiers had already entered within a mile, the sound of horses' hooves was getting louder and louder, these cavalry kept roaring on their horses, He Qingyun wiped the sweat on his head, and said to Han Xu: "I feel that leading these battalion soldiers is more tiring than fighting a battle." ”

"When I train you on weekdays, everyone complains a lot." Han Xu looked at the subordinates around him and said in a deep voice: "Now I know how important it is to train on weekdays. ”

Everyone is convinced, they don't go to the battlefield, they feel hard when they train, and they go to the battlefield, and the lack of training of the battalion soldiers in this situation is also a wake-up call for Han Xu's subordinates, and everyone has something in their hearts.

"Here we are."

The guerrillas who led the troops were sweating profusely, and the horses of him and the garrisons were all ordered by Han Xu to be taken away, and the soldiers were led behind the battle.

Under such an arrangement, if the array collapsed as soon as possible, they would not be able to please these generals.

The Ming army battalion soldiers are north in every battle, and the very important reason is that the generals are not in the formation at all when facing the enemy, and most of them hide behind the formation surrounded by the family, and even the enemy army does not choose to flee, and discard the battalion soldiers.

During the Battle of Ningjin, the general soldiers Wu Sangui, Wang Pu and others did just that.

As soon as the officer fled, the battalion suddenly lost its backbone, and knew that it was not necessary to flee and turned away, handing over his back to the enemy.

"No order, no release!"

Han Xu rode his horse in front of the formation, and kept reminding loudly.

The battalion soldiers are divided into two columns, almost all of the forwards in this team are firecrackers, which is also deliberately arranged by the Northern Army, in the eyes of Li Bingcheng and others, the firecrackers are worthless waste than pikemen, and it is okay to send them to death for the forwards, I am afraid that these battalion soldiers themselves also have such thoughts, fortunately, Han Xu and others continue to encourage and cheer up, although the array is crooked, it is still complete.

"Distance, five hundred steps!"

"Three Hundred Steps......

"Two Hundred Steps......

"One hundred and fifty steps ......"

Within one hundred and fifty paces, the Houjin cavalry had already begun to shoot arrows on their horses.

These armors are all good hands in the flag, galloping is just a trivial matter for them, scattering and throwing when they are separated by a hundred paces, messing up the Ming army's formation, this is something that they are used to.

The rain of arrows came suddenly and landed on the Ming army's array.

The arrows that were thrown kept falling, sticking into people's shoulders, heads, chests, lower abdomen, and thighs, and there were people in the Ming army array who kept making groaning sounds, and Han Xu still kept shouting, ordering all the battalion soldiers not to shoot.

The arquebus had already been lit, the Ming army in the first row had already held the guns, everyone was trembling, the fire rope was burning with a stabbing sound, and the soldiers in the back did not put the fire gun flat, and held it diagonally to the sky, and their faces were also very nervous.

Everyone has dry lips and blank eyes, for these Ming soldiers, what they have to endure now is not only the ** who shoots, but also the idea of turning around and running away.

The smell of blood and grass on the soles of people's feet is mixed, the sun in the sky is still as bright and blazing as before, and there is a breeze between the noses to send the water vapor of the muddy river, but people's feelings are different, there seems to be a switch in everyone's body that is turned on, this is the feeling of the battlefield, the side of the human beast is stimulated, people feel the fear of life, the secretion of adrenaline is fierce, everyone's hearing and vision become more sensitive and clear, some Ming soldiers were hit by arrows in their feet and legs, and only found out after half a day that at the beginning of the arrow, because the flesh was not deep, it didn't hurt much.

All eyes are focused on Han Xu alone, this young governor has been shrouded in a shallow aura of a famous general, several big victories over captives, beheadings a lot, it is a miracle in the Liaodong battlefield where repeated defeats, there is Han Xu here, or the battle in front of him, can he really repel the captives in front of him, and win a big victory?

"Fire!"

When the Jurchen cavalry entered within eighty paces, Han Xu finally ordered, and more than four hundred firearms were fired together almost at the same time.

Note: Yasong's repulsion by the musketeers is a true history, and the Ming army's muskets at that time were not completely unusable.

In addition, I will try to write this book, but there is really no way to guarantee the update, so we will listen to the book in the teahouse, and everyone will drink tea and talk about the ancients together. (To be continued.) )